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Dogbane and Flewdd shuddered simultaneously. "It'll be our funeral," mumbled Flewdd, the more nervy of the two. "Patrols don't jest disappear like that!"

Bardlin, who had showed no opposition to entering Mossflower, nodded in agreement with his senior officer. The Lieutenant smirked as an idea entered his head. He drew his blade. "Arright, which o' ye do I gut ferst- or have ye no guts at all?"

This was all they needed. For the moment.

Hanging behind, Bardlin said sidelong to Serrano, "Fear o' discipline only goes s' far with this bunch, Cap'n. They're all from random 'ordes whose leaders we slew or made alliances with, they've got no loyalty to Arridu; just to hot vittles or sharp blades in their stummicks, one o' the two."